Blue symphony

Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass Life's gonna do what it does Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough Tough Hard Tell me how it's hard for you Like the nickel on the strings in your good old Gibson guitar Tell me what it feel like Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow Oh yeah, yeah Like the songs that your mama sang to you And the way that it makes you tell the truth If you come from where you come, then you were born tough

How can I forget someone, who gave me so much to remember?????